Chapter Text "Oh, you're so adorab

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"Oh, you're so adorable!" coos Key, leaning in to peer closely at Lu Han's face. "You're just so cute!"

"Um," starts Lu Han. He has to think for a moment about how to phrase his thoughts in Korean, and comes up with, "I don't think you should call me cute. I'm older than you."

Key waves his concerns away. "So?" he says. "So is Nam Woohyun, but I call him cute all the time."

"Oh," says Lu Han. He means to say more, but before the necessary internal translation can take place, Key starts chattering again.

"Lu Han, Lu Han, what a cute name," he's saying. "'Lu' means deer in Chinese, right?"

"Oh," says Lu Han again, a little surprised that Key knows enough Chinese to make the connection. "Yeah," he says, nodding his confirmation.

"That is adorable," declares Key. He cups Lu Han's face in his hands—Lu Han jerks back, surprised, but Key is unperturbed.

"Dear deer," he says in English, exaggerating the curl of the final R. "That's what I'm going to call you from now on."

Lu Han blinks, and consults his (albeit rather limited) knowledge of the English language. "I'd really rather you didn't," he says, even though he's starting to get the feeling Key is not going to care.

He's pretty much right. "I like this nickname, though," Key says, pink lips pursing into a pout. He tilts his head, considering. "Well, if you don't like it, I'll give you a choice between that and Xiao Lu—little deer!" He adds the Korean translation at the end.

"Oh," says Lu Han, weakly. Xiao Lu is almost normal, but the way Key says it, with sparkles in his eyes and long fingers clasped adoringly under his chin, makes it somehow cloyingly sweet.

But in the end, it doesn't matter what Lu Han chooses; Key decides, all on his own, on a different name altogether, and thereafter refuses to refer to Lu Han as anything but "Lu Han, my dear little deer with the big doe eyes." Lu Han makes a point of pretending not to hear him, especially if anyone else is within earshot.







"Hi," says a voice in Chinese, and Lu Han turns to see the tallest, skinniest Chinese person—no, the tallest and skinniest person, period—he has ever laid eyes on. "I'm Zhou Mi," says the giant.

I know, Lu Han doesn't say. "I'm Lu Han," he says instead.

Zhou Mi slings a friendly (and impossibly lanky) arm around Lu Han's shoulder. He has to stoop down to speak conspiratorially into Lu Han's ear. "Listen," he says, warm and soft, like sharing a friendly secret, "if you ever need anything, or anyone is giving you trouble, just tell me and I'll help you sort things out." He straightens up, gives Lu Han a heartening pat on the back. "People like us have to stick together!" he says with a sunny smile.

"Thanks," says Lu Han. "But I mean, there are three other Chinese boys in my group, so I'm pretty sure I'll be fine."

"Oh!" says Zhou Mi, then bursts into surprised laughter. "Right," he says, "but I was talking about—you know—" He trails off, gives Lu Han a meaningful look.

Which takes Lu Han a minute to get, but then he does.

"Oh!" Now it's his turn to be surprised. "I don't—that is—I'm not gay," he says.

"Right, right," says Zhou Mi conspiratorially. He holds a finger to his lips. "Got it," he says with a wink. With a final wave—more a waggle of his fingers—he turns and heads whistling down the hall.

"But I'm really not," says Lu Han to empty air, not, of course, that it makes a difference.







Sulli looks him over, inspecting with a critical eye, and then asks, quizzically, “Are we getting a new member?”

“Um,” says Lu Han. “I don't—“

“Oh your voice is so deep and smooth and lovely!” Sulli exclaims. “But I don't know; I mean, we already have Amber hyung, and her voice is lovely too.”

“Amber...hyung?” asks Lu Han, wondering if, somehow, he's been confused all along about Korean sibling relationships and gender roles.

“Oh, but don't worry,” says Sulli, rushing forward to reassure him. “Amber hyung is super cool, but you're definitely prettier. I'm sure you'll be great!”

Lu Han looks down at Sulli's hands, almost as small and delicate as his own, now clasped in hers. “I'm, uh,” he says. “Not actually joining f(x), I'm fairly sure.” He clears his throat, then adds, “And also, not a girl. I'm also fairly sure about that.”

Sulli looks terribly lost for a moment, and Lu Han wonders if maybe he shouldn't have said that. But he isn't a girl, so it'd be wrong to keep letting Sulli think he was, right? Sulli drops his hands and pulls away, looking embarrassed.

“Oh my gosh,” she says, opening her eyes wide and covering her mouth with both hands. It is, Lu Han reflects offhandedly, quite cute. In a totally platonic, non-lusting-after-jailbait way.

“I'm sorry,” Sulli says. “But you're so pretty! And you totally have the f(x) look, so I thought...”

Lu Han shuffles his feet, feeling awkward. “it's okay,” he says. “People make that mistake all the time.”

Sulli laughs, all traces of embarrassment gone. “Of course! They would, wouldn't they? I mea

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Văn bản chương "Ồ, bạn đang rất đáng yêu!" coos Key, nghiêng trong để ngang hàng chặt chẽ khuôn mặt Lu Han. "Bạn đang chỉ là như vậy cute!""Um," bắt đầu Lu Han. Ông đã suy nghĩ cho một thời điểm về làm thế nào để cụm từ suy nghĩ của mình trong tiếng Triều tiên, và đi kèm với, "tôi không nghĩ rằng bạn nên gọi cho tôi dễ thương. Tôi lớn tuổi hơn bạn."Key sóng mối quan tâm của mình đi. "Như vậy?", ông nói. "Vì vậy Nam Woohyun, nhưng tôi gọi anh ta dễ thương tất cả thời gian.""Oh," ông Lu Han. Ông có nghĩa là để nói nhiều hơn, nhưng trước khi dịch nội bộ cần thiết có thể xảy ra, chính bắt đầu bàn tán nữa."Lu Han, Lu Han, gì một cái tên dễ thương," ông nói. "'Lu' có nghĩa là hươu ở Trung Quốc, phải không?""Oh," ông Lu Han một lần nữa, một chút ngạc nhiên rằng chính biết tiếng Trung Quốc đủ để làm cho các kết nối. "Vâng," ông nói, gật đầu xác nhận của mình."Đó là đáng yêu," tuyên bố chính. Ông chén Lu Han mặt trong tay của mình-Lu Han giật lại, ngạc nhiên, nhưng điều quan trọng là trường."Dear hươu," ông nói trong tiếng Anh, phóng đại curl R. cuối cùng "Đó là những gì tôi sẽ gọi cho bạn từ bây giờ về."Lu Han nhấp nháy, và tư vấn của mình (mặc dù khá limited) kiến thức về tiếng Anh. "Tôi đã thực sự thay vì bạn đã không," ông nói, ngay cả khi ông bắt đầu để có được cảm giác phím sẽ không chăm sóc.Ông là khá nhiều ngay. "Tôi thích biệt danh này," mặc dù, Key nói, đôi môi hồng pursing vào bĩu một. Anh nghiêng đầu, xem xét. "Vâng, nếu bạn không thích nó, tôi sẽ cung cấp cho bạn một sự lựa chọn giữa đó và Xiao Lu — little deer!" Ông cho biết thêm các bản dịch Triều tiên vào cuối."Oh," says Lu Han, weakly. Xiao Lu is almost normal, but the way Key says it, with sparkles in his eyes and long fingers clasped adoringly under his chin, makes it somehow cloyingly sweet.But in the end, it doesn't matter what Lu Han chooses; Key decides, all on his own, on a different name altogether, and thereafter refuses to refer to Lu Han as anything but "Lu Han, my dear little deer with the big doe eyes." Lu Han makes a point of pretending not to hear him, especially if anyone else is within earshot. "Hi," says a voice in Chinese, and Lu Han turns to see the tallest, skinniest Chinese person—no, the tallest and skinniest person, period—he has ever laid eyes on. "I'm Zhou Mi," says the giant.I know, Lu Han doesn't say. "I'm Lu Han," he says instead.Zhou Mi slings a friendly (and impossibly lanky) arm around Lu Han's shoulder. He has to stoop down to speak conspiratorially into Lu Han's ear. "Listen," he says, warm and soft, like sharing a friendly secret, "if you ever need anything, or anyone is giving you trouble, just tell me and I'll help you sort things out." He straightens up, gives Lu Han a heartening pat on the back. "People like us have to stick together!" he says with a sunny smile."Thanks," says Lu Han. "But I mean, there are three other Chinese boys in my group, so I'm pretty sure I'll be fine.""Oh!" says Zhou Mi, then bursts into surprised laughter. "Right," he says, "but I was talking about—you know—" He trails off, gives Lu Han a meaningful look.Which takes Lu Han a minute to get, but then he does."Oh!" Now it's his turn to be surprised. "I don't—that is—I'm not gay," he says."Right, right," says Zhou Mi conspiratorially. He holds a finger to his lips. "Got it," he says with a wink. With a final wave—more a waggle of his fingers—he turns and heads whistling down the hall."But I'm really not," says Lu Han to empty air, not, of course, that it makes a difference. Sulli looks him over, inspecting with a critical eye, and then asks, quizzically, “Are we getting a new member?”“Um,” says Lu Han. “I don't—““Oh your voice is so deep and smooth and lovely!” Sulli exclaims. “But I don't know; I mean, we already have Amber hyung, and her voice is lovely too.”“Amber...hyung?” asks Lu Han, wondering if, somehow, he's been confused all along about Korean sibling relationships and gender roles.“Oh, but don't worry,” says Sulli, rushing forward to reassure him. “Amber hyung is super cool, but you're definitely prettier. I'm sure you'll be great!”Lu Han looks down at Sulli's hands, almost as small and delicate as his own, now clasped in hers. “I'm, uh,” he says. “Not actually joining f(x), I'm fairly sure.” He clears his throat, then adds, “And also, not a girl. I'm also fairly sure about that.”Sulli looks terribly lost for a moment, and Lu Han wonders if maybe he shouldn't have said that. But he isn't a girl, so it'd be wrong to keep letting Sulli think he was, right? Sulli drops his hands and pulls away, looking embarrassed.
“Oh my gosh,” she says, opening her eyes wide and covering her mouth with both hands. It is, Lu Han reflects offhandedly, quite cute. In a totally platonic, non-lusting-after-jailbait way.

“I'm sorry,” Sulli says. “But you're so pretty! And you totally have the f(x) look, so I thought...”

Lu Han shuffles his feet, feeling awkward. “it's okay,” he says. “People make that mistake all the time.”

Sulli laughs, all traces of embarrassment gone. “Of course! They would, wouldn't they? I mea